My name is Todd.
I first heard Dr. Dirty, unknowingly.
I grew up in a small town in PA. In 1982, I was in 7th grade and went
to marching band camp at Susquehanna University for the upcoming
year. My school was 7-12 so there were younger kids mixed in with
older kids.
While going over field lay-outs, we would stand and sit for hours,
marking time, and some older kids were singing songs. I thought
they were making them up. Songs such as 'skeeter' 'shithouse
blues', and 'ya ya'. They were having what seemed to be a contest as
to who could make up a dirtier song. "Your mom's in jail, your dad's
out on bail, your sister's on the corner yelling 'pussy for sale'", "Your
mother eats bat shit off cave walls", "There's a skeeter on my peter,
whack it off" were the most memorable to me.
They would sing them in the back of the bus, or at rehearsals, where
there would be a small group away from instructors.
The following summer, I went to what seemed to be the craziest
place on earth- The infield at a POCONO Winston Cup Race. My @13
year old eyes saw more things that 4 day weekend than I had seen
my entire life to that point. Naked people everywhere, drugs, booze,
people passed out, pretty much an anything goes, all out party.
Then I heard the music. It sounded familiar, and it was coming from
atop of this huge motor home located directly across from us. As the
day went on, the music sounded more and more familiar, and the
"There's a skeeter on my peter, whack it off". Wait just a minute! I
know that song. Then I would hear another, and another, then
"Shithouse Blues". This was awesome!! But who is it? How did he
know of all these songs that a bunch on Pennsylvania school kids
were singing???
But he had more songs. And Christmas tunes, and it went on and on
and on. And when it would stop, they would flip the tape over and
play it again and again.
This went on all day and all night. Then the next day. All day. All
night. I wasn't bothered. This was the funniest stuff I had ever heard.
At some point, my brother and I asked these drunks who was on
these tapes. "Dr. Dirty" was all we got at this point. And I realized
these school kids didn't make up these songs. That night, they
brought out a blow-up doll. They were dancing with this thing on top
of their motor home. And they had a crowd, all singing along with
these Dr. Dirty songs. Then some chicks got up and took off their
clothes. This was the greatest! We somehow managed to get a
bootleg copy of some of the songs.
This got me by for years. I would ask around, and occasionally
someone would have heard of him, but that would be it. I was in a
rock band, it it became customary to sing his songs at the end of the
night while tearing down our equipment (a custom which I am still
known for). Some years went by and I joined a band from New Jersey
and re-located there. I was dating a girl (who is now my wife of 9+
years) and one day I saw an ad for Club Bene, presenting John
Valby, a.k.a. Dr. Dirty. Needless to say, we went to that show! I
bought the 'Pixieland' cassette. After the show, John was standing in
the lobby, and I asked if he would sign my cassette. He wrote, "Todd,
may your ladies have tricky tongues and wild beavers! John Valby". I
still have it. We went to numerous shows after that. And I acquired a
few more cassettes, and later CD's.
I re-located to Delaware and would rarely get any info. I got a
computer and would search the internet, but would find nothing.
Then recently, I did a search and found a website. A Fucking
Website!!!
And what's this, it just so happens that he is playing in York, PA in 2
weeks. Shit, that's only a 2 hour ride. I told my wife and she said,
"we're there". And so we were. We were right up front, and of course,
my wife hollered out my name at the first chance she got in 'ya ya'.
John picked on me all night. "I know a guy, his name is Todd. Give
him a call and he'll suck your wad". "I know a girl her name is Jill. If
(her man) won't fuck her, I know Todd will." Classic! It was a great
fuckin' time.
Thanks, John Valby for giving me so much laughter throughout my
life. You've opened my mind, and taught me to laugh at myself (and at
a bunch of other assholes!)
Todd
I first heard Dr. Dirty, unknowingly.
I grew up in a small town in PA. In 1982, I was in 7th grade and went
to marching band camp at Susquehanna University for the upcoming
year. My school was 7-12 so there were younger kids mixed in with
older kids.
While going over field lay-outs, we would stand and sit for hours,
marking time, and some older kids were singing songs. I thought
they were making them up. Songs such as 'skeeter' 'shithouse
blues', and 'ya ya'. They were having what seemed to be a contest as
to who could make up a dirtier song. "Your mom's in jail, your dad's
out on bail, your sister's on the corner yelling 'pussy for sale'", "Your
mother eats bat shit off cave walls", "There's a skeeter on my peter,
whack it off" were the most memorable to me.
They would sing them in the back of the bus, or at rehearsals, where
there would be a small group away from instructors.
The following summer, I went to what seemed to be the craziest
place on earth- The infield at a POCONO Winston Cup Race. My @13
year old eyes saw more things that 4 day weekend than I had seen
my entire life to that point. Naked people everywhere, drugs, booze,
people passed out, pretty much an anything goes, all out party.
Then I heard the music. It sounded familiar, and it was coming from
atop of this huge motor home located directly across from us. As the
day went on, the music sounded more and more familiar, and the
"There's a skeeter on my peter, whack it off". Wait just a minute! I
know that song. Then I would hear another, and another, then
"Shithouse Blues". This was awesome!! But who is it? How did he
know of all these songs that a bunch on Pennsylvania school kids
were singing???
But he had more songs. And Christmas tunes, and it went on and on
and on. And when it would stop, they would flip the tape over and
play it again and again.
This went on all day and all night. Then the next day. All day. All
night. I wasn't bothered. This was the funniest stuff I had ever heard.
At some point, my brother and I asked these drunks who was on
these tapes. "Dr. Dirty" was all we got at this point. And I realized
these school kids didn't make up these songs. That night, they
brought out a blow-up doll. They were dancing with this thing on top
of their motor home. And they had a crowd, all singing along with
these Dr. Dirty songs. Then some chicks got up and took off their
clothes. This was the greatest! We somehow managed to get a
bootleg copy of some of the songs.
This got me by for years. I would ask around, and occasionally
someone would have heard of him, but that would be it. I was in a
rock band, it it became customary to sing his songs at the end of the
night while tearing down our equipment (a custom which I am still
known for). Some years went by and I joined a band from New Jersey
and re-located there. I was dating a girl (who is now my wife of 9+
years) and one day I saw an ad for Club Bene, presenting John
Valby, a.k.a. Dr. Dirty. Needless to say, we went to that show! I
bought the 'Pixieland' cassette. After the show, John was standing in
the lobby, and I asked if he would sign my cassette. He wrote, "Todd,
may your ladies have tricky tongues and wild beavers! John Valby". I
still have it. We went to numerous shows after that. And I acquired a
few more cassettes, and later CD's.
I re-located to Delaware and would rarely get any info. I got a
computer and would search the internet, but would find nothing.
Then recently, I did a search and found a website. A Fucking
Website!!!
And what's this, it just so happens that he is playing in York, PA in 2
weeks. Shit, that's only a 2 hour ride. I told my wife and she said,
"we're there". And so we were. We were right up front, and of course,
my wife hollered out my name at the first chance she got in 'ya ya'.
John picked on me all night. "I know a guy, his name is Todd. Give
him a call and he'll suck your wad". "I know a girl her name is Jill. If
(her man) won't fuck her, I know Todd will." Classic! It was a great
fuckin' time.
Thanks, John Valby for giving me so much laughter throughout my
life. You've opened my mind, and taught me to laugh at myself (and at
a bunch of other assholes!)
Todd
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